I'm in too deep Ah ooh-ah-ooh-ooh Can't touch the bottom with my feet Don't know what you did to me, I can't breathe but I'm living I heard your siren's call, it was beautiful I am drowning, God, please don't save me Used to be scared of the ocean 'Cause

Not everything is always black or white Sometimes we're living in the gray Living in the gray You got something to say? Should I wait and listen? Sounds unfocused to me, and your heart is missing Cold, stubborn, and so vain, With every breath you're

God of the Devils, God of the Devils Sinner rider, rides in with the storm The devil rides beside him The devil is his god, God help you mourn Do you, do you hear it, do you hear the thunder Deafen every living thing about Can you, can you see it, can

Who will survive in America? Us living as we do upside down And the new word to have is revolution People don't even want to hear the preacher Spill or spiel because God's whole card has been thoroughly piqued And America is now blood and tears instead

Trippin' into a world that never seems Too far away. Too much time, too many Wasted days. Living a different way. You can't expect Me to be the same. Separating our lives And wondering why.

You never look at me now, You never look me in the face, I'm a bad motherfucker who lives it everyday I am in a living hell, makes me wonder if I'm alive Can't seem to bring myself to figure out why I shove and I pull away from the things That I call you

No one’s gonna take my soul away Headed towards a fucked up holiday Motel, sprees, sprees, and I’m singing It's innocence lost Innocence lost In the land of gods and monsters You got that medicine I need Living like Jim Morrison Fuck yeah give it to me,

We get ahead, yup, she give me head, damn right With this crazy, crazy world Thank God I'm with my girl You know it ain't right if she ain't by my side Oh I could let you down When you trip, I'll take you anywhere, I take ya Uh, yeah, look Okay I know

Ain't no god on my streets in the heart of the jungle (oh Lord child) Won't you follow me into the jungle (yeah) Won't you follow me into the jungle (Oh Lord, said oh Lord, I said oh Lord) Yeah, yeah, yeah Well it's too long living in the same old lives

Down at the Whiskey Living out our dreams Do you remember when? We were on the run Got loaded like a shotgun We never made a dime But god we had a good time We always made a scene Runaways in a van